Audio//Video//Audio
[There is a loud splashing sound, some shuffling and squelching, and then a very disgruntled 'che,' followed by more shuffling and squelching. Above the somewhat muffled noises, a cross voice can be heard.]
If I was going to be abducted by aliens or something, you'd think they'd have a little bit more care, right?
[The shuffling and squelching continues as the speaker takes a pause. An odd, static-like sound, sort of like a cloth is being rubbed over the microphone, almost completely overrules it, however.]
Hellooooaaahhhhh!
[The static-like sound increases suddenly, and somewhere in the noise there is a barely audible click as the video feature is accidentally activated. The video is a blurred jumble of motion for a brief moment before the SFC finally comes to rest on the ground with a staticy thump. Almost out of camera view are a pair of wet and dirty sneakers and a small stretch of equally wet and dirty jeans. They come closer and closer until they stop right in front of the SFC. There is another confused jumble of colors-mostly yellow and red- and then it steadies to focus in on Martin's face, smudged with mud and partially covered by his hair-wet, like the rest of him. He looks puzzled and more than a little bit perturbed.]
Hey, what the heck is a starfish doing in my pocket? No, wait...
[He flips the SFC over a few times and pokes at it. One of his pokes turns the video feature back off.]
This is electronic....but wha-
[There is another click and the audio is terminated as well.]
If I was going to be abducted by aliens or something, you'd think they'd have a little bit more care, right?
[The shuffling and squelching continues as the speaker takes a pause. An odd, static-like sound, sort of like a cloth is being rubbed over the microphone, almost completely overrules it, however.]
Hellooooaaahhhhh!
[The static-like sound increases suddenly, and somewhere in the noise there is a barely audible click as the video feature is accidentally activated. The video is a blurred jumble of motion for a brief moment before the SFC finally comes to rest on the ground with a staticy thump. Almost out of camera view are a pair of wet and dirty sneakers and a small stretch of equally wet and dirty jeans. They come closer and closer until they stop right in front of the SFC. There is another confused jumble of colors-mostly yellow and red- and then it steadies to focus in on Martin's face, smudged with mud and partially covered by his hair-wet, like the rest of him. He looks puzzled and more than a little bit perturbed.]
Hey, what the heck is a starfish doing in my pocket? No, wait...
[He flips the SFC over a few times and pokes at it. One of his pokes turns the video feature back off.]
This is electronic....but wha-
[There is another click and the audio is terminated as well.]